I sort of worked myself up into a false alarm last weekend. We had messages from my brother John that they had started the drive north from Los Angeles. We got pictures from them of Morro Bay and Carmel. So, when I didn’t hear from them after that, I thought that maybe they were arriving during the weekend. We got the house all ready, but when I finally broke down and asked where they were, they were still in Carmel and heading for Livermore to see our cousin Paul. They estimate they’ll be here shortly before Christmas, perhaps on Sunday.
On Friday, we left Lukey in the doggie hoosegow and went to Christine’s. We couldn’t take Luke because Christine’s dog, Duchess, whom he usually plays with, had injured herself again. Christine was having difficulties accessing Netflix from either her TV or computer. First, Wayne looked at her computer and after some time decided that her keyboard wasn’t working anymore. Her husband had all kinds of dongles and things attached to the computer, so it was difficult to tell what was going on. The keyboard was wireless, so we tried replacing the batteries and restarting, to no avail. The TV was easier to fix. The modem just needed to be restarted. Wayne took her one of our extra keyboards on Saturday, and now she’s all set.
On Saturday, Deb and I had our last tickets at Magenta Theater, and I don’t think we’ll be going there again. Overall, our experiences have been underwhelming. This time it was Miracle on 34th Street, and the first act was really, really slow. This is one of my all-time favorite holiday movies (the old version, of course), so I felt like it was being wrecked. Lots of lines were flubbed. There were some cute characters, but the worst idea was that they tried to update it but still left in some of the parts that are really out of date. You can’t update this script, because you can no longer have someone committed against their will unless they are criminally dangerous, and the supposed psychological tests are just ridiculous. (Touch your nose with your fingers, who’s the first president of the United States?) So, they would have done better to have it be a period piece. At least the second act went a lot faster and was quite a bit better, but then the play ended somewhat abruptly, and they left off the last line, where Fred says something like “I guess I’m not as good a lawyer as I thought.”
The fun part was going for Thai food afterwards, and I always have a good time with Deb.
The play got me in the mood, though, to watch the good movie. Much to my surprise, no one was showing it on TV unless we wanted to pay for it. I found this shocking, since almost every year it is on AMC or TCM. It wasn’t even available streaming on Netflix. I am considering buying it, but it won’t get here before Christmas. I have it somewhere on videotape, but we don’t even have our VCR hooked up anymore. (Wayne would prefer to dig up the tape and hook up the VCR, which he might get around to by next Christmas, rather than me buying it from Amazon for $6.95.)
That’s about all of interest that’s going on this week. I got the lights on my little tree at the top of the slope on one of the few days before it starts raining again. It’s clear this morning, but it’s supposed to start raining very hard around noontime. Of course, since Christmas is next week, we would like it to snow soon. A snowflake keeps going in and out of the ten-day forecast, but right now, it’s on the day after Christmas. That would be better than nothing.
The next week will be fraught with activity. On Friday, Lukey is getting his holiday grooming done and I am picking up cookies for Enzo’s holiday puppy party, which Mischa has asked to attend with me on Saturday. The cookies are for the humans, though. Katrina has designated Sunday as “baking day,” and expects me to go over and help decorate a cake and possibly frost Christmas cookies. She was going to do a buche de Noël, but decided it might be best to bake a regular cake the first time and decorate it with mushrooms, etc. Apparently, rolling the cake without breaking it is the hard part. If John and Lucie arrive while we’re baking, they’ll just have to pitch in.